My true love...

Nice to meet you.

''Are you ready for your first day?'' My aunt questions me as we walk into the office building. 'Styles Law and Publishing' is what I read on the outside above the doors, mesmerised as we walk through the opening doors towards the security spin gates, with our ID cards that were complete with our picture,name, a bar code and other information such as the department we worked in. We needed these to prove we worked here, for other security reasons and for access to certain places depending on your job and rank as well as to actually gain access into the building. We had received ours in the post before we arrived here . ''Uh... Yes aunty. Just slightly nervous'' I reply shakily. ''It's all right, you'll be fine after tomorrow or at the end of the week at least'' she says to calm me.

This place was very modern and neat. Yet, very busy. It had shiny, black and tiled floors as well a gravel design that was made of marble that went up the corners  of the walls from the ground all the way up to the ceiling. The rest of the walls were just a shiny black, while the multiple elevators and security walk through gates that we scanned our ID cards on to actually get into the building to go up to work were a metallic silver, apart from one golden elevator in the centre, while all the others that were silver were to the sides on separate walls. Me and my aunt had both received welcome packs form the company before we left to L.A and one of the rules were that were not allowed to ride the golden elevator, as it's Mr.Styles' elevator and we were only allowed to if we had a card and permission to from him personally.

We proceeded through security and were currently in the elevators I looked amongst all the buttons and by the looks of it there were over fifty floors my aunt is working in the law section of this place so she's working on the thirtieth floor. Meanwhile, I don't know how but I've managed to get a job working as a personal assistant for the CEO of the company, so I have full access to the publishing side of this company as well as to the law side too. I look down at my notes; his name is Mr.Harry Styles, also, my aunt says that if I work well here and don't cause any trouble; not that I would anyway... I'm too innocent and quiet apparently. That I may be offered a job here permanently.

I reach the highest floor. Sixty. It's so different here in comparison to the rest of the building, although I don;t have much to compare it to as I've only seen  the entrance and a small part of one of the publisher floors. The walls and the floors were a white, shiny tile and there was a small waiting area to the right of me, the furniture was all white and across to my left was what I assume is my desk. Behind my desk and behind the chairs of the waiting area is a large window that goes from the floor to the ceiling, that is accompanied by such beautiful views of the city on the outside.

 At this point I am on my own now, as everyone who was in the elevator with me and my aunt, had gotten off down, below.I was a little confused on my way up, as, after my aunt had gotten off a girl saw my ID card and she was a little weird as she started muttering to not only me but to her self, complaining that she wanted to be promoted to Mr.Styles' assistant as she has been here for months and working very hard for it, so that Mr.Styles could bring in someone new. Me. I don't blame her though, I'd be upset too.

So,I walk out quietly, creeping towards his office with as much of the strength I can muster through how scared I am. The only noise heard is from the clicking of my black platform heels.I notice a bell to the right of his door on the wall, with a speaker below it. I press the button shortly. Awaiting an answer. ''Who is it?'' Mr. Styles questions, impatiently. I press the button again nervously.''Um...M-M-Mr.Styles. My name is Shaz and I'm your n-new assistant for now.'' I stutter nervously.I hear a short buzz and I assume that he's opening the door, as it soon begins to automatically open by itself . ''This is it I say quietly to myself as I walk into his office''.